Oh yes, my wife had plans for our family but I had no idea what theywere.I should have guessed from her brother's fondness for dressing up inskirts wh...never the occasion arose. My wife grew up like my daughter,Philippa, the oldest of three children, next came the boy in each familyand then the youngest daughter.Maybe I should also have taken the hint from the way that my wife wasalways telling me how macho my father was and criticising him for this. One day she said to me that she wanted me to. "Wouldn't you like some bouncy tits too?" Without waiting for a reply sheunfastened my falsie bra and applied some special adhesive to my chest.She fitted some large silicone breast forms and quickly helped me into abra which supported the weight of my new boobs, but allowed them tobounce as well.She helped me slip the slip over my head, threading my arms through thebroad shoulder straps, then smoothing the cool fabric down over my body.The slip was only a little longer than the gingham frock,. Dark blonde hair and longer face, I was guessing he was of German or eastern Europe decent. I knew deep in my heart that he was married. I guess I could not hide my infatuation with him as I made eye contact with him quite often. Mid way through the meal, I got up and went to the bathroom; when I came out of the bathroom, I ran into Bill. He said that if I was not doing anything after dinner there were a couple of people going to the bar next door and should stop by. Dinner finished and I. “But…” My question was cut short by her brusque explanation. “It keeps out men from straying.”It was easy to see that I was unconvinced. Later at home she suggested that I call brothers-in-law. Talk to them about the ceremony. &&&“Yes,” ken told me. “I was nervous about it too, but I can tell you, I feel freer than I every have, when sex isn’t on my mind constantly. Free to concentrate on the important things in life. Like my wife.”Over the next two weeks, I found myself talking with other men.